Behind the Shadows

Behind the Shadows

The Dream of the Forgotten King

You just hit the Dead Giant with the blade of the long forgotten king, only moments later the green sun of Anval rises above the horizon but only touches the smashed bones…

And you awake in your room, drained and tired, feeling the like you have been beaten, but in a dream? You walk over to your window and see that the Anval, the ghostsun, is painting the city in her green light, giving it a ghostly touch and leaving this awkward feel as soon as you realize that no of the early rising persons on the streets is throwing any shadows. You always shiver slightly when you recognize the missing shadow in Anvals light.

You turn away from the window, letting your mind go back to the memories of this curious dream. You remember every step of it. But,… you haven’t never visit Glenndale nor you have ever adventured with other …friends?… How were their names? Davvis? Yes, Davvis, Radighan and Santi, Amerlin and Ralaith. You never heard of them before, but you remember their faces, their voices and habits… And there is this slight pain in your chest. You took a look down and see a red burned mark on it, the same location where the white sparks of the Dead King and his attendants hit you. You rub over the mark and the slight pain eases away.

The scenes of the fights pass along in front of you. Fighting in a heavy suit of armor. You? You never did this before, you even never have been trained to fight… You were just going to start your apprenticeship… What a weired and nevertheless realistic dream… But you feel something. Besides your aching muscles and the imaginary wounds you feel comfortable with the idea of holding a weapon, remembering your tight grip around the hilt and swing it as you have learned it. Learned it? No…

You shake your head to push away the memories of the last night and get ready for your first day in your new profession. You cut a thick slice of your bread to appease your hunger as Thar, the red sun, makes the second sunrise and draw away the the unpleasant light of Anval. Just as you grab your things, you recognize something below it that wasn’t there last evening: A metal piece, covered with runes and dust. The same thing you had hold in your hands only moments ago, fighting the Dead Giant…